Shock

A Poem by Jaci

Eight o'clock
twelve o'clock
two o'clock
work
The hours change
the days the same
My smile is frozen
and the computer shocks
four thirty
eight thirty
ten
go home
try to sleep
do it again
At least I can type very fast
however
I'm a terrible saleswoman
If you want it
do
If you don't
don't
My fingers are tired
my bent neck aches
holding the phone
to my shoulder
and then again
with the computer shocks
If the power goes out
look me up
I almost feel
I could light up a city!